The Grandfather. You are here, Ursula?
The Eldest Daughter. Yes, grandfather; next to you.
The Grandfather. And who is that sitting there?
The Daughter. Where do you mean, grandfather?—There is no one.
The Grandfather. There, there—in the midst of us!
The Daughter. But there is no one, grandfather!
The Father. We tell you there is no one!
The Grandfather. But you cannot see—any of you!
The Uncle. Pshaw! You are joking.
The Grandfather. I do not feel inclined for joking, I can assure you.